DangerA Poem by E.V. Black The rising tempest. Danger. Danger. The red light flashes. Danger. Danger. I sit in front of the light, waiting for the dread to dispel. A rising tempest that I can’t escape. Before I can ever move, the sky darkens. Red light blinks. Danger. Danger.
In a trance, I pull away. The tempest settles and the danger fades. © 2011 E.V. Black |
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Added on May 4, 2011 Last Updated on May 8, 2011 Author
E.V. BlackAboutMy name is E.V. Black and I am honored that you have decided to peruse my profile. I started my writing career at a young age and have been writing for a very long time. I write in practically every f.. more.. |
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